I love weekends where there's nothing to do but lie around without power. It's actually one of my favorite things, unless of course I want to eat the food that's in my own house. But that's another story. This weekend was actually the weekend I needed, one where I got to navel gaze and ignore the outside world. Where I got to think about me and what I want.
You wanna know what it is that I want? More sleep. All the time. More fucking sleep.
I wish I was an instructor at a girls school. Not a teen girl school, I'm not lookin' for no pervy shit to go down, but a younger girls school. One of the first things I'd let them know is there's a cut off date for using a baby voice to get what you want. And there's also a short list of people that shit will work on. If you're in your twenties or thirties, it will only work with people that want to fuck you. There is no power in appropriating a baby voice outside of that.
What is an art fair that has only two tents with art for sale? Bullshit is what I'd call it, but that's just me. I basically ate an elephant ear and kept it movin'. Fucking fake art fair.
I'm supposed to be thankful to have a job, right? Remind me why again.
Be Easy,
KZ
3 comments:
be thankful you have a job, be thankful you don't have a gas guzzling truck any more..be thankful you have money to put gas into your cute car and be thankful for TAD (as you know i'm her number one fan)
and if you were jobless you'd still be tired from thinking of all your get rich schemes!
The reason for being thankful is called a PAYCHECK!!!! Some don't get one! But of course being thankful does not mean you are prevented from hating that job!
Death to the baby voice...like nails on a chalkboard..UGH!
MMM Elephant Ears.
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